JAM: Favorites

Apr 2015 JAM

801

Examining the tee from the game that you loved
I imagine your swing and thoughtfully rub
my thumb over imperfections made
of time, spent and gone;
now emptiness so. . . wrong.
I hold it for the ties to you.
Your nearness seeping in faint wisps
into my bones
but they are ghostly tethers.
Sitting in the home
you built. Amid the ruins of years
gladly spent in labor. Fears
gently assuaged and now forgotten
even as you fade.
As the time with you fades.
Your nearness pales,
After all, it is just a tee.
Now my panic fills the moment
as this tether fails
too.

After living with my grandparents for the majority of my life, grade school to grad school currently, they were killed this January. It has been a lonely time as I have to sift through their belongings and keep up this house on my own. Sometimes I pick something up and it just hits me. My grandfather loved golf.

#lonely #family #fade #rememberance #ties

Apr 2015 JAM

14

Apr 2015 JAM

Danielle Shorr

14

your mouth, contagious memory of sweetness on the tongue

whispering voices through our sacred ears during the night

meadow of sunflowers, I want to lie in quietly

holding wrist against a wet rag heaving apology

forty-seven, return of sickness for the second time

photograph evidence and words but mostly in flashbacks

summer heat pressed against glass or a phone or a parked car

ants crawling their hungry way through holy skin, decaying

cracked open window for breathing without suffocation

claw your path through blue veins on pale skin and I will watch the

parade of history unwanted as it leaves the throat.

Muscle I thought I had, now softly disintegrating

14 syllables each line, word pool

Apr 2015 JAM

She ran with me...

Apr 2015 JAM

Matthew Goff

She ran with me...

She ran with me toward the evening contained in one sapphire arena. Coliseum of death’s clamor! Instrument of dark war-cry mechanics…

Sudden panic among the gods allows certain neutral angels to fly over the spectators, landing on moisture-thoughts while clenching blue pistols.

“they’re only water-guns but what a flood we could have!” said one angel to another. They’ve been temporarily employed to keep close watch over the public’s fate.

The Poetry of Matthew Goff
Amazon

Apr 2015 JAM

Each to each

Apr 2015 JAM

Olan Douglas Webb

Each to each

Oh, you are an everlasting vision
so like an angel
the one who has given my life meaning
you have sent me to the highest of delight
and the depths of despair
come and let me plumb
the deep parts of your soul
there are worlds without number
within you
those lovely shining worlds I wish to know.
Oh, come my love
and let us know each to each
the deep parts of our soul
and let the passing world
vanish from our minds
without a trace.

Apr 2015 JAM

Seashore.

Apr 2015 JAM

makeloveandtea

Seashore.

My honey is a surreal dream.
Her laugh reminds me of,
the seashore at dawn.
But I've only seen her face
in a reflection of a burning match.
At the break of day; she's gone.
Her lips like marshmallow
and the intoxicating smell she leaves behind,
after her 4 am showers.
She thinks I have fallen asleep
when she loads her gun,
at an ungodly hour.
My love doesn't sing of love
but she makes love like,
an angel trapped in a burning cell.
And every night in my pretense sleep,
she ponders about the things
that she will never tell.
Her clothes smell of cigarettes and shotgun.
She lies about her bruises.
Hides the shirts; torn.
My honey is a surreal dream.
Her laugh reminds me of,
the seashore at dawn.

Apr 2015 JAM

enamored

Apr 2015 JAM

lily

enamored

you touched me as if my body was your instrument,
you played it perfectly that i felt the melody within my very soul

#love #desire #sweet #enamored

Apr 2015 JAM

Untitled

Apr 2015 JAM

M

Untitled

living on the inside roaring like a lion